The Consequences of Dust
Because it gathers
I cannot be without you.
As I am heading towards
A dustbowl
Like Woody Guthrie.
I am wrapped around you.
Though it may
Not be in my best interests
I am unable to deny the
Consequences.
I hoover up feelings
Empty the bag
Occasionally.
It can’t be stopped
Because it gains momentum.
I am ready.
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